Act Of The Apostle Part 1

Morning prayers took the girl unawaresShe was late for class and she knew itThe broadcaster had a voice that was soothingShe couldn't tell if it was a man or womanA patch of sun fell onto her neckShe put her head on her arms on her desk

The lesson today was Acts of ApostlesThe crazy hippies, they're running scaredShe shut her eyes and imagined the desertNo cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread What would she look like standing by the well?More like a women and less like a girl

"Oh, if I could make sense of it all!I wish that I could singI'd stay in a melodyI would float along in my everlasting songWhat would I do to believe?"

Later on she plays Morning Has BrokenShe knows she's badShe is slowing everbody downThe choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother's sickHe'll be nice to herShe thinks that she shouldn't be there at allHer worries make everything else seem trivial

"Oh, if I could make sense of it all!I wish that I could singI'd stay in a melodyI would float along in my everlasting songWhat would I do to believe?"